“Ahhh.” Mr. Turner leaned back and grunted as the stunning cheerleader sucked the last drop of cum from his cock.“Mmm, so much cum.” Melissa h...d big wads of cum all over her face. She slowly ran her fingers along her cheek and scooped some up. After she put her cum covered fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, she smiled up at Mr. Turner.“Madison sure didn’t lie when she told me that you had an amazing load, Mr. Turner.” Melissa looked up at the sexy black man and slowly sucked his cock. “Thanks for bein a good sport, Chris,” Luke said to me. “Hey, no problem man, you deserve it.” “Hey Chris, I have an RV that has an extra bunk in it, wanna watch footage of the race and I’ll drop you off at home in a couple days after you check out my new place in Georgia?” “You think your parents would do that for me Luke?” “Absolutely, they like you plenty. Go talk to your parents and I’ll meet you in the parking lot in an hour,” Luke told me. I agreed and went to track down my parents,. Vin nodded, understanding where she was coming from. He, however, feltslightly intimidated by her, even though he knew that she was hisemployee and was in no position to do anything to him, other than outhim to the bar's patrons.Vin stepped behind the bar and took hold of the bar rag the girls usedto clean the bar with. Vin clutched it and began to wipe down the bar. He picked up drinks and coasters as he wiped underneath them while hemade his way down the bar.Vin made small talk with those. He’s a professor, research director, and plain old-fashioned neurosurgeon there at the Wash U side. He thinks with his filet knife, a pair of pliers, and some superglue, he can fix me. One thing he told me was that he’d make sure I was no worse off, and that I wouldn’t have to spend a dime for it. Nifty. The one person in the world that needs it AND can afford it, and it’s free. I hope they find someone else like me, if it works, and it’s still an experimental thing, that CAN’T afford it, and.